One solemn autumn night
Under the light of a flourescent full moon
A sour owl sat silently selecting stars
Pondering cosmos and karma.
He had counted 424,856 stars
When he was shaken by a sudden fell swoop.
A colorful cuckoo bird had landed next to him,
Bending the branch, breaking his focus.
The cuckoo was strange and beautiful
Singing and saying strikingly funny things
That bewildered, incensed, enchanted.
Things even the wise owl would never understand
Of how much he really understood of it all.
It was a dizzying realization making him
Evaporate into light; falling through a black hole.
His dark forest became blurry and brilliant
Spinning and spiraling into sound and fury.
And he closed his eyes and rode the wish.
Wishing to find meaning in this falling.
424,856
424,857
He opened his eyes, still infinitely flying.
But as the galaxy streaked by, cuckoo stood there
Still, like a bright, shining moon.
424,858.
She was his star.

- Happy Valentine's Day Cuckooz! :x